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Friday, May 24, 2013

What We're Wearing

This morning I used NATUROPATHICA'S Sweet Cherry Brightening Enzyme Peel. This peel is phenomenal! It's strong enough to make a difference yet gentle enough that it's not irritating. I applied a thin layer of it this morning, left it on for a few minutes, rinsed it off and was in awe at how clear and bright my skin is - applied some moisturizer and was ready to walk out the door. It smells like mashed up cherries and is hard not to want to eat - but don't do that! I will definitely be using this mask every week, maybe twice a week come to think of it.

Perfectly Glossed Kisses,

Sutton

I found this dress for $12 - that's TWELVE DOLLARS, y'all - at Buffalo Exchange last week, bless that store's soul. Now, I have sworn off mullet hems. I think they got a little played out, or a lot played out, like to the extent of "Achy-Breaky Heart," so now both kinds of mullets (skirts and hair) are over-played and leave a bad taste in my mouth. But this dress was just SO good, and for the price? I'm a total sucker for a white dress because I think you can literally do ANYTHING with it. This can go so edgy or so ladylike or so bohemian. I can wear it with heels somewhere fancy-schmancy or I can wear it to the freaking beach, for Pete's sake (Pete is a dear friend who begged me to wear this to the beach. Okay, just kidding.). Here, I added a tribal necklace I got for Christmas, my Urban Outfitters utilitarian jacket, a bad-ass vintage brocade belt that was my mom's, and these sandals from Urban OG.

Happy Memorial Day Weekend, guys! I hope as many of you as possible can hit the beach but if you're in New York, like me, you'll be bringing in summer in a cable-knit sweater drinking hot chocolate because DUMB CLIMATE.

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Our Story

We are Sutton and Astor Van Brigsby. We were born and raised on Park Avenue, a mere hop, skip and 30-second ride with our driver, Morton, from Fifth Avenue. Oh, yes, there was a time when our daily shopping trips were what chick-flick montages were made of – sales assistants scurried at our beck and call, we did lots of twirling in front of fitting room mirrors without spilling our glasses of champagne, and doormen helped Morton help us into the car with stacks of hatboxes – which had shopping bags of clothing and shoes inside of them, because we’re not really into hats. But our designer RTW-filled reality came crashing to a traumatizing end when our father went ballistic one day – WHY we do not know – and cut up our credit cards. Apparently, it bothered him that we had spent his secretary’s annual salary in one trip to Bergdorf. He completely cut us off, I mean stone cold. With the exception of health insurance, cell phone bills, cable and electricity, we are COMPLETELY on our own. Left to our own devices to stay as well dressed as before but on a salary that doesn’t even compare to our past allowance. So, I, Astor, took a job in fashion and Sutton took a job in beauty. It is all we know and love, after all, and we figured that way we would have our bases covered with discounts – what else is a girl to do? If you’re like us, trying to keep a closet stocked with the kind of stuff Bill Cunningham will notice you in on a less-than-desirable salary, join us, won’t you? We’ll support each other, we’ll have cry fests over things we can’t have – and we’ll come up with ways to make the number of those things less and less by hunting sample sales, scouring the internet for discounts and even DIYing up our own versions. We WILL get through this together.